Treasure & Quantum Mechanics

I'm going to write this from your side of the Membrane, the side that is asleep, as some of this account is one that assumes that All This is real, and then circles your attention back on that it isn't. I'm just going to rattle it out, so if it's in the usual semi-disjointed style it's because I'm too lazy to go back and fix it. There'll probably be a number of factual problems as well.

Here it is. Treasure hunting is somewhere in our future, meaning the future of at least Peter and I and those close to us who are to be involved. The primary reason for that is that there are treasures which are breadcrumbs which lead back to an ever-clearer picture that the story of humankind isn't what has been told. The treasures, and more importantly the history, are there for our adventure and to go get and share with humankind.

I've made quite a study of the Uinta Mountains in Utah. Let me see if I can nutshell this a little bit. The Aztecs and Incas had in their history that their forebears were from a land in the far north that had a great lake of salt and surrounded by vast expanses of salty whiteness. The assumption is that they were referring to the Great Salt Lake. There were reports of a fabulous civilization around the Great Salt Lake, so rich in gold that they used it as eating utensils and wall decorations. It seems to be associated with a time when the peoples knew how to manifest it out of thin air or to transmute it right in streams of water from rock. Much of our experience over the last few years, which would take a thousand pages to describe, agrees with this legend.

Anyway, the Sacred Mountains were to the East, which were thought of as a sort of Holy Temple in which much of the treasures and true history were kept concealed and protected. The Sacred Mountains could have been either the Wasatch Front or the Uinta Mountains. The likelier candidate is the Uinta Mountains since the Ute Indians agreed with the Mormons to show them where a number of the Seven Sacred Mines were. This is what financed Mormonism at the outset and is to this day why they were able to become so stinking rich. There are some pretty well-informed commentators who would tell you that the legendary Eldorado and the Seven Sacred Cities is basically in my back yard in the Uinta Mountains.

In addition, not too far south of the Uinta Mountains is another place that has been written about as the possible location of the Golden Fleece, and that an historical Jason and the Argonauts did in fact visit the place, which is around Manti, Utah. It's also speculated that this whole area was the actual location of King Solomon's mines. When the Utes took Isaac Morley down there because the chief had seen him in a vision, Isaac was shown the ruins of temple columns in the "Greek style" and much carved writing that actually matched a book he was carrying and therefore began to decipher. This was all when the Mormons reached the Salt Lake Valley in the late 1830s (I think). This is a very long and detailed story which we'll get to by and by.

In any event, there is a cave down there in the Manti area discovered by a man named Brewer who, still alive, has never revealed to anyone its location, and this includes to government spooks who have terrorized him and his family for decades and ultimately were behind the death of his son. I know a man who knows Brewer personally and who is a fellow alchemist.

Brewer sketched the interior of the cave, which included two quite well preserved mummies. Those mummies were wearing tunics. The tunics were those of the Knights Templars. So, the Knights Templars, who escaped the clutches of Philip Le Belle, King of France, and the pope whom he blackmailed to crush the Templars, were in Utah, and probably carrying a good portion of their own treasure which vanished the night of Friday October 13, 1307 (I think - not sure of the year right this second). This is the actual story that the movie National Treasure was very loosely telling.

Why? Why were they here? The clearest answer lay in the story of a Welsh Prince who came to the New World and headed west. The Ute Indians have that legend still in their lore. This Welsh Prince in fact went onto what is now Mexico and schooled the people there in the arts and practices of civilization. This Welsh Prince (wish I could think of his name) was Quetzalcoatl, a bearded white man, which is why the Spaniards met with so little resistance when they landed in Mexico and encountered the Aztecs and Incas.

When it became clear what the true intentions of the Spaniards were about, and Montezuma stopped thinking that they were the return of Quetzalcoatl, he ordered the entire Montezuma treasure be hauled back to the their original homeland and placed BACK IN the Sacred Mountains there. That catalyzed 200 years of Spanish occupation throughout the Western States, most notably Colorado, Utah, Arizona, Nevada and California, because they wanted to locate what they figured was stolen from them.

The Spaniards had already taken an incredible - absolutely fabulous tonnage - amount of treasure from Montezuma and Atahualpa, the Incan King, and sent it to Vera Cruz and onto boats and then onto Seville and Madrid for the Spanish Royalty. The estimates are insane, but in today's dollars it's probably in the trillions. But still, the large bulk of treasure was hauled out of Mexico in secret, and the size of the train that left Mexico is truly stunning. When Peter looked at it, he said there has to be "thirty to forty thousand" people in it. They hauled it back to the Uinta Mountains, leaving pieces of it hidden in locations all along the way.

This of course pissed the Spaniards off, and they were already privy to the fact that there was some fabled land in the North rich in gold and other treasure, so for the next 200 years or so they ventured into the Western US and enslaved the tribes to show them where the mines were and to mine it and smelt it for them. They then hauled it all back to Mexico where it got put onto boats and hauled back to Spain. There were uprisings. There was a man, a chieftain, that somehow in secret got all of the Western tribes together and planned an uprising to happen on a given day. It took years of planning. On that day, it happened, and there were thousands of Spaniards who were wholesale slaughtered.

Many fled. The tribes tracked them down and slaughtered them also. This was going on the whole time as well. They would then slaughter all of the mules because the mules also "had a memory" of the locations of the mines. Sometimes they would take the treasure back to where it came from, or they would bury it on the spot and have their shaman call forth spirits to protect it. There are thousands of these locations, and those protections are all still in place, but Peter and I and another guy, Dominic, all have done the necessary "spiritual work" to get permission to unearth whatever we find and put it to use for the betterment of, firstly, the tribes themselves.

We know where much of it is located. The time for retrieving it is getting nearer. There are a multitude of problems associated, all of which can be overcome, not the least of which is the fact that we require funding to do it.

Here's one of the main kickers. I'm Welsh, Welsh Indian (Iroquois) and Danish, which all ties back to a strain of royals, but we don't need to go into that right now. Let's just say I've inserted myself into my own kingly line once again to accomplish something. A big part of the history to be discovered over the coming years is that we will be involved in finding 15 foot tall mummies.

Now you're up to speed a little. So, there was a moment a couple faketrix years ago where a map of Utah presented itself in fairly surprising detail in my mind's eye. And a pretty specific location was highlighted with a green glowing dot. It was easy to identify. Those who were in on FirstWave would recall a few things about what I'm saying, but the location was not too far from a pretty amazing mountain where Peter and I had already done some globally impactful work.

I sent a Utah map to Peter, or had him look at one online, and said, "Pick a spot." He picked one that was within a mile or two of where I had. That's usually a pretty good indication that something's worth investigating. So, we used Google Earth to more accurately pinpoint it.

Peter flew out, we went down there and went through quite an astonishing process of permissions, clearing all the world's gold of the blood that is all over it, clearing the land of the blood that is upon it in the name of greed, etc. Thinking that it was the location of a few bars of gold, we thought it was well possible that it was the location of a small company of Spaniards on the run from Indians, got caught, slaughtered, and the gold buried.

We didn't start to dig. We had other people with us the second day with ground-penetrating radar and stuff like that. I won't go into the miraculous events of that day. We were on our way out of there and Peter kept hassling Dominic to come up with the story of what had happened. Dominic kept saying "I can't see in that way, like you. I don't know what the story is!"

And Peter was actually channeling at the time, saying, "It doesn't matter what the supposed historical story is. Whatever you want it to be is what it is."

I chimed in. "Dom, I think what he's saying is this. Let's say that you're crossing the desert floor on foot and you trip over a bar of gold half-buried in the sand. The one thing that you can bet on is that both the bar and your foot arrived at the same time."

Dominic said, "That's the first time in my life I've understood quantum mechanics."

So, the next day, when we were out with the larger group and all of the equipment, we did much amazing "work" to do things and, more importantly, to understand things. It was an amazing day. We walked back out from the location, got in our trucks and left.

It had become clear to the group that we weren't so much digging up treasure but creating it. And it had also become a sort of consensus that all we had to do is visualize it in detail and feed it with our attention. But I was bothered by something. I was thinking that, even though there's no real timeline here, there's still a sort of karmic "history" that could serve as a determinant as to how the gold got there and what form, shape and weight it was in, say, 400 hundred years ago. As though there really were an actual history.

While we were driving, I kept asking that question. At a certain point, the Infinite Mind flew in in the form of Saint Germain, and through Peter's mouth very chastisingly said to me, "Jason, whatever form you want it to be in is the form in which it went into the ground four-hundred years ago! When are you going to get that into your head?"

This, my friends, is quantum mechanics 303 as it is applies to large scale structures, the point being of course is that there is no history. There is only now. So, if we were to make up a story about what had happened, which includes a band of Spaniards and Indians who chased them, in making up the story the story becomes true, and every one of those Spaniards and Indians would have been born, have families, siblings, parents, etc., all installed by context. If we were to select one of the Spaniards and give him a name, a lineage, a wife, children, all of those elements of the story would fill themselves in on some page somewhere, probably literally in the archives in Seville, so changeable is reality.

Also very important to consider is that there is no appreciable difference whatsoever between you and the Spaniards we created on the spot. And if you were able to "time travel" and have a chat with that Spaniard that you had just finished inventing a moment before, you can also bet that he's pretty fucking convinced that he exists. And how do you think that conversation would go?

"Hey, um, Ricardo. Get this. Not even five minutes ago I invented you."

"Que? Preposterous! I have a wife and four living children! Four of my eight, God rest their souls, were lost in childbirth! I'm thirty-four years old and am carrying upon this wagon thirty talents of gold. Did you also invent the bars? The other men in my company?"

"Yep."

"Die, figment of Satan!"

A moment later one of my fictitious heads is lying in the sand. I'm afraid I wasn't able to "blip" back out in time.

See what I'm saying? You're all the Spaniard, emerging from the realm of what is possible the moment you are ideated with an entire history installed because of the context of the moment at which you emerge. This is what you are: an invention in a mind. Please understand this! Someone made you up just as I was making up a Spaniard running from some made up Indians.

As an ideation, it doesn't mean you can't have fun with this. As an ideation, you're endowed with whatever invented you, which means you come built-in with some measure of intelligence. But it would be most useful for you to completely experience yourself as this ideation. The first step is to acknowledge it and begin consciously experiencing yourself in this way from this moment on. It's as I've said, just because you don't exist as an individual doesn't mean you can't be the cooperative, purposeful but volitionless interaction between characters in a dream.

So, that we're going to be treasure-hunting doesn't detract from my knowingness of what I am. I think to myself, "I'm in this. So I think I'll do some treasure hunting." What I recognize is the fact that the treasure isn't actually there until the event of finding it. Now, while a cutting edge quantum physicist would say that based upon the above we're clearly creating the treasure we're about to find, I would say that I'm the cooperative role-player in the event of the treasure being discovered in precisely the same way that the treasure itself is a cooperative role-player endowed with much of the same intelligence with which I am, and is every bit as excited to be involved as I am, because there isn't anything that isn't intelligent dreamstuff, all the same stuff.

I wanted to write this so that you could see how quantum mechanical weirdness applies in large scale structures, or what you perceive to be your day-to-day life. It's like this: you cannot say with any certainty whatsoever that you were not someone else yesterday. You think you can, but you can't with absolute certainty. Therefore, all your memories are simply installed. If Now is true, then what I'm saying is most certainly true.

This brings me to just a tad more strangeness. I was a gold keeper for the Incan King, Atahualpa. Peter was in fact the gold that I smuggled away from the pile of ransom Pizarro was about to haul off to Vera Cruz. I loved the gold. I talked to it all the time. It drove Peter nuts that I never stopped talking to "him" as the gold. He wanted me to shut up.

I hid myself and my beloved gold in a cave. So dedicated was I that I never left. I died in the cave. In the not-too-distant future we're going to be in South America opening a cave to the light of day after all this "time." Within that cave we're going to find a stack of Incan gold…

…along with my own bones. Why is this true? That's how the story goes, is the trajectory of an ideation known as "Jason," and because I say so. In addition, we will be finding the bones of ourselves as 15 foot mummies. For those of you who are at least somewhat in the know, this should be fairly staggering information. Some of you will probably begin understanding where this is going and what, in the Big Picture of Earth, I actually am.

I hope this document has some impact on loosening the fixation you have upon yourself. I know you're all "trying" hard to lose this fixation, but you so frequently, as demonstrated every day in the forums, indicate just how determined you are to holding onto what you think you are.